Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.